your repotoire may expand, but mine's gon get explicit/
i can sum up ya verse in one simple word: BULLSHIT/
lock away my keyboard? why dont you lock away ya mouth/
no one gives a shit about those stories you talkin bout/
cali aint bringin it? oh i think u made a mistake/
ill smack ya stupid little ass until ya spirit breaks/
chillin? fuck that, i wouldnt chill with you fa dough/
you arent good at illin, just go outside and be a hoe/
you may not be a scarecrow, but you aint a female empowered/
cuz you try to fake toughness, but you really like the lion, a coward/
im fuckin sick, ill, dope, bitchin, anything you can think to say/
talkin bout ya life? bitch i aint got all day/
while you out doin big things, im signed to a record deal/
you bringin a story style? fuck that, aint nothin there to feel/
you talk shit for an hour, but yo im a rappa with class/
and oh, one more thing, some them singin lessons up ya ass


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